Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Benin and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Procol Harum to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Talk Talk,
Colin Newman,
Marc Almond,
Marvin Gaye,
The Zeros,
The Wake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fela Kuti,
Blake Baxter,
Slick Rick,
The Tremeloes,
Reagan Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Soulsonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Eddi Front,
Deadbeat,
Eve St. Jones,
Moss Icon,
Siglo XX,
The Grass Roots,
The Music Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Zapp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Christie,
Kerri Chandler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cecil Taylor,
UT,
Rosa Yemen,
Hashim,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers,
Hot Snakes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Negative Approach,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pulsallama,
The Misunderstood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sugar Minott,
Basic Channel,
Crooked Eye,
K-Klass,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Circle Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Archie Shepp,
Bauhaus,
Howard Jones,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.